I love you ladies. All of you. I applaud you and so enjoy watching you become women who love God.
Miracle. This word used to conjure up images of Sunday School mornings in 1984 with 9-year-old me in blonde pigtails in a flowered dress with ruffle back panties, lacy socks, and Mary Janes. It made me picture a flannel graph board with felt-backed cut-outs of Jesus and his disciples. Jesus inevitably had on a brown… Continue reading Do You Believe In Miracles?
One morning shortly after my divorce, as I woke up, I had this vision. I clearly saw a pair of rugged male hands reaching down, digging in, and clasping together underneath a wilted plant. Actually, the plant was beyond wilted—it was dried by the sun, and what had once been some kind of small growth… Continue reading The Gentle Gardener
Not all words are meant for publication. Words like these that come at the urging of melatonin and a cup of chamomile tea usually find their way into my journal, but not onto my blog screen. Maybe these will. Who knows. Who knows how to navigate this long, strange corridor of a queen bed for… Continue reading I’m not the only one thinking this…
In the last month I've had the joy of celebrating these things with people I love: my son's 11th birthday, my daughter's 22nd birthday, my niece's baby gender reveal (Oh Boy!), my other niece's engagement, a single-mom friend had a house offer accepted, a friend got a new car, my cousin and his wife welcomed… Continue reading How Great Our Joy
Good evening. It's been a while since I've put my thoughts to paper. Tonight has me feeling reflective. So I thought I'd write til my thoughts are exhausted. I pray you are well, wherever you are. This was the kind of week that had no breaks. None. Every day was long. Tuesday I spent almost… Continue reading My Thoughts on Raising Kids After Divorce
Life has its dips and straights. Sometimes Summer feels more like Spring, sometimes Spring feels more like Winter. Sometimes the road is paved with love and laughter; sometimes it is washed out by torrents of tears. When I look back over my life I've always known what is right and what is wrong. And I've… Continue reading Unanticipated
This is the week before school begins. More than usual, this week is all about family dinner nights out, Wal-Mart excursions (for school supplies), and various other ways the kids are finding to raid my bank account. When I was shopping for my own school supplies at M.E. Moses (that was a five & dime… Continue reading Is This On My Kid’s School Supply List?!
A new dad waiting for his first baby to be born understands the value of a minute. A new dad hearing that baby's first cry understands the value of a moment. Lately I've been pondering the difference between minutes and moments. I don't know about at your house, but at my house we seem to… Continue reading Minutes or Moments?
What is This? You're sitting there, tears falling over freshly dried tears, wondering how on earth you got to this place. Whatever your this is, it feels like hell. It feels like nothing is ever going to be right again. Maybe you've done everything right. Maybe you've done everything wrong. I've been on both sides… Continue reading Startled – What is This?